“Ju be calling me, Dark Mon?” Maleok asked in the undead tone regular for a deathknight. Maleok didn’t wait for a response, he understood why he was called.
Isaik only nodded and pointed at the rift as Maleok spoke. Isaik had always enjoyed Maleok’s natural and unnatural abilities that made the exceedingly powerful Drakkari such a threat... His undeath made him nearly indestructible, his troll regeneration doubly so, finally his Drakkari nature meant he was much larger and stronger than even regular trolls! His offensive skills were considerable, but it was the indestructible nature that made him ideal... Isaik turned to Yumara sensing her ready to speak...
“Master, would the Gnome,” she gestures towards the door Smuggs just recently walked out through “be able to help strengthen my spirit beasts? The changes in Nagisa biology, will prevent the two of them from meshing, for some time. While being strong, I would like it if they were stronger.” Yumara has started to become so dependent on him keeping her balance, she doesn’t even notice that she has been lightly gripping his robe, since Kneeling down beside him.
Isaik pondered the thought for a moment them responded, “Be sure to use only necessary genetic enhancements... If you let the Life Tinker go to far, your pets will begin to look more like Subject Alpha then their wolf-like nature. One must remember, Genetic enhancements are great but going to far can make a crocolisk look like a monster...” Isaik said in his normal calculating tone, hopefully Yumara would understand, the genetic enhancements would be great but if she added to much her pets might not look the same in anyway. How would Yumara react if her pets became genetic abominations, devoid of their original looks...
“Yes, Please Master, I would be very grateful, if you could scramble the brains...I mean make the idiots who think the can control me, forget my existence.”
Isaik gave a wicked grin as Yumara’s underlying emotions and subconscious thoughts were revealed. “I can make it so they respect your presence when you are near but forget your existence when separated from you unless told otherwise... It makes things easier when many horde members can’t throw your name to the alliance when captured.” Isaik said, he would put the mental procedures in place when he and Yumara returned to Azeroth... Being anonymous was one of the best ways for survival...
“Master being what I am, and my strong ties to nature. I cannot be certain, how the death of someone else with such strong ties to nature would effect me. I know that massive destruction of nature, would shatter my balance.”
Isaik took Yumara’s words carefully, he had seen many timeline possibilities for this Battle of Thorns, some however were more concerning in regards to Yumara’s balance... In a select amount of timelines either Sylvanas had failed to kill Malfurion or Saurfang refused to kill Malfurion because of a dishonorable blow, the horde had targeted the night elves home instead... The massive tree, Teldrassil... Isaik could concede that it was a great amount of nature, should it be destroyed it might imbalance Yumara, however to Isaik it was much more a show of pride... In the night elves pride and arrogance they had nearly lost the World Tree during the Third War... In a attempt to regain their immortality they created the tree, Teldrassil...
“As long as Master has souls to feed on, and we can perhaps draw a few beings back to feed the children. I don’t care who we are killing, I personally don’t care, for the either the Horde, or the Alliance. They could all cease to exist and it wouldn’t bother me.”
Isaik nodded, no matter the timelines the death toll was extensive on both sides... “Perfect, The many deaths of both sides of Azeroth’s forces will empower me and my armies greatly...” Isaik hissed in approval of the coming plans, but quickly his visage grew darker again... “If I sense the timelines heading towards something that might make you unstabl-“ Isaik stopped mid sentence as he felt a familiar presence appear on Centralis... His Phoenix had returned...
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“Isaik! Master! You will listen to me and grant me your great power! If you resist then Jericha will never be able to help you with your plans!” Salkeen roared both physically and mentally for his master to hear.
The audacity to commands ones master, Salkeen was asking to feel the master wrath. Isaik turned towards the front of the vessel, his ship responded by producing a large section of clear glass etched with black veins to peer out of. Isaik began to weave his magic around his vessel, he would exact control over the demon lord...
“See through my eyes and know that I am not lying! Grant me your power and she might live!” Salkeen roared casting his gaze upon Jericha’s battered and deceased body.
Isaik hissed snapping his claw like fingers and assuming sight from Salkeen’s eyes... The Master glared into the command center of the Ered’Kiel, before him was Jericha’s battered body, lifeless and dead.... Isaik hissed and writhed in agitation, he had little choice... Jericha would reject his aid even in bringing her back from the dead, and if he refused his best chance at summoning a void lord would cease to exist.
Isaik roared in frustration before pooling his great power and sending a surge of power towards Salkeen unlike anything the demon hunter had ever wielded before... “You will have a great deal of my power... Use it wisely, for I shall not do it again...” The Master hissed...
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The audacity to commands ones master, Salkeen was asking to feel the master wrath. Isaik turned towards the front of the vessel, his ship responded by producing a large section of clear glass etched with black veins to peer out of. Isaik began to weave his magic around his vessel, he would exact control over the demon lord...
“See through my eyes and know that I am not lying! Grant me your power and she might live!” Salkeen roared casting his gaze upon Jericha’s battered and deceased body.
Isaik hissed snapping his claw like fingers and assuming sight from Salkeen’s eyes... The Master glared into the command center of the Ered’Kiel, before him was Jericha’s battered body, lifeless and dead.... Isaik hissed and writhed in agitation, he had little choice... Jericha would reject his aid even in bringing her back from the dead, and if he refused his best chance at summoning a void lord would cease to exist.
Isaik roared in frustration before pooling his great power and sending a surge of power towards Salkeen unlike anything the demon hunter had ever wielded before... “You will have a great deal of my power... Use it wisely, for I shall not do it again...” The Master hissed...
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“Use this serum, you have been given, a debt to the master is nothing to fear... Not when I do this...” Salkeen responded.
“Yes Lord Salkeen, I wanted to be sure that I had you permission first. I am yours, and using anything that could effect me, on a psychological, or biological level. I would think of it being, a punishable action.“ She gets the strange feeling that Izzabelle might end up enquiring her Lords wrath again. For the short time she has known her, it seems, she purposefully forgets that her mind and body, are no longer her own. They now belong to her Lord, of course Izzabelle will not except that easily. Ahcirej finds herself curious as to what her Lord meant meant when he said “a debt to the master is nothing to fear... Not when I do this...”
she waited to see what he planned on doing, and hoped it didn’t get him perished. She was still reeling from the loss of her twin, not realizing that Jericha’s soul and mind still lived within Lord Salkeen. She had tried resurrection on the body, when she had been kneeling beside it. It hadn’t worked, their had been no soul, to recall to the body. The Soul Thief had destroyed it, or so she believes.
Salkeen stood in his command center chest out ready to proceed. “Isaik! Master! You will listen to me and grant me your great power! If you resist then Jericha will never be able to help you with your plans!” Salkeen roared both physically and mentally for his master to hear.
“See through my eyes and know that I am not lying! Grant me your power and she might live!” Salkeen roared casting his gaze upon Jericha’s battered and deceased
Ahcirej drops the syringe she is holding, as her whole body goes numb. “She stares wide eyed at Lord Salkeen. “The. Soul Thief, didn’t destroy her mind and soul?” She asks barely above a whisper. She doesn’t know what to think, If Jericha’s mind and soul still exists, Ebony’s Tower, should have called it home. Unless it was being contained by a powerful being, such as their Lord, and Master. She isn’t sure if Lord Salkeen is containing Jericha’s mind and soul or not. She does know, that if he is guarding her mind and soul, he does not want to release it. If he were to set it free before she has a body, it would be instantaneously called back to Ebony’s Tower. She had always returned to Ebony’s Tower, when she was killed, unless her spirit was trapped in some way. Still for now all that mattered, was her twin might live again.
The Ethereal turns its full attention to Salkeen, he would owe him a great debt, if he succeeded in the resurrection of his Mistress.
“Yes Lord Salkeen, I wanted to be sure that I had you permission first. I am yours, and using anything that could effect me, on a psychological, or biological level. I would think of it being, a punishable action.“ She gets the strange feeling that Izzabelle might end up enquiring her Lords wrath again. For the short time she has known her, it seems, she purposefully forgets that her mind and body, are no longer her own. They now belong to her Lord, of course Izzabelle will not except that easily. Ahcirej finds herself curious as to what her Lord meant meant when he said “a debt to the master is nothing to fear... Not when I do this...”
she waited to see what he planned on doing, and hoped it didn’t get him perished. She was still reeling from the loss of her twin, not realizing that Jericha’s soul and mind still lived within Lord Salkeen. She had tried resurrection on the body, when she had been kneeling beside it. It hadn’t worked, their had been no soul, to recall to the body. The Soul Thief had destroyed it, or so she believes.
Salkeen stood in his command center chest out ready to proceed. “Isaik! Master! You will listen to me and grant me your great power! If you resist then Jericha will never be able to help you with your plans!” Salkeen roared both physically and mentally for his master to hear.
“See through my eyes and know that I am not lying! Grant me your power and she might live!” Salkeen roared casting his gaze upon Jericha’s battered and deceased
Ahcirej drops the syringe she is holding, as her whole body goes numb. “She stares wide eyed at Lord Salkeen. “The. Soul Thief, didn’t destroy her mind and soul?” She asks barely above a whisper. She doesn’t know what to think, If Jericha’s mind and soul still exists, Ebony’s Tower, should have called it home. Unless it was being contained by a powerful being, such as their Lord, and Master. She isn’t sure if Lord Salkeen is containing Jericha’s mind and soul or not. She does know, that if he is guarding her mind and soul, he does not want to release it. If he were to set it free before she has a body, it would be instantaneously called back to Ebony’s Tower. She had always returned to Ebony’s Tower, when she was killed, unless her spirit was trapped in some way. Still for now all that mattered, was her twin might live again.
The Ethereal turns its full attention to Salkeen, he would owe him a great debt, if he succeeded in the resurrection of his Mistress.
Izzabelle moves across the battlefield, like a shadow drifting across the ground. By the time most sensed her presence, it was already to late. The enhancements given to her, by the Master’s Life Tinker, were proving most beneficial. She approaches a Felguard, and two felhunters from behind. Silently she moves from on shadow to the next. As she glides across the ground, she pours shadow magic into her blades. She senses two of her fel plagued arachnid children nearby, and mentally communicates with them. Come take out the beasts,and feed, we do not need their kind, disrupting our spell casters, should they ever arrive. she cannot help but think.
She grins and drives her blades right into the Felguards back, the rips them free with an upward pull of her hands. Its greenish black demonic blood sprays from the wound, splattering all over her. The Felguard lets out a roar of pain and anger, spinning around, it strikes out at the fool, that had the audacity to attack it. Its first blow cleaved only air. As Izzabelle dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way. She came to her feet, just as the Felguard swung its massive two handed blackened fel blade low to the ground. Izzabelle leaps backward over the blade landing a few feet back. “With minions like you, tis a small wonder your Lord is losing.” Izzabelle taunts. The enraged Felguard rushes towards her, she goes to flip out of the way, when she suddenly feels a horrendous burning pain in her calf. She turns to see one of the felhunters, with its foul disease ridden mouth, locked onto her leg. Its sharp jagged fangs puncturing through her thick scaly demonic hide, injecting its plagued saliva into her muscles.
Izzabelle drops to one knee and drives the blade of one of her shadow blades down through the top of the beasts head. It lets out a snarl of anger and tightens its jaws. Izzabelle can feel the pressure on the bone, the tiny hairline cracks appearing. She goes to stab it again, when she sees a massive blade heading straight down for her head. She whips around and bring her blades together above her, barely managing to block the raging Felguards attack. She feels her arms almost snap under the pressure of its mighty blow. Izzabelle was starting to become enraged herself, she opens her mouth and spews forth a huge glob of webbing. It strikes the Felguard in the face, blinding and cutting off its air supply.
Hundreds of hungry little fel spiders moved about the web, quickly entering in through the hapless demon mouth, nose and ear. The climbed into its brain, down its throat into its lungs and stomach. Meanwhile the Felguard was clawing the sticky webbing from its face, its long sharp dagger like claws gauging its face as it proceeds to rip the webbing free. Izzabelle casts shadow step, then vanishes from sight. Within the Felguard the tiny spiderlings proceed to burrow into the soft fleshy insides.
Moments later the Felguard is ravenous, it must eat it must eat now. It drives its massive blade down through the spine, of the unsuspecting felhunter. That lets out a horrific howl of agony. The Felguard rips its magic draining tentacles from its back, devouring them in a flash. It isn’t enough, more, it must have more, clawed hands begin ripping and tearing chunks of flesh and meat from the pinned beast. The felhunter tries biting out at the demon gorging itself on it body, only to be met with a solid blow to its head. The Felguard grabs its top jaw with one hand, it bottom with the other. With a little effort, it finally manages to rip the bottom jaw free of the beasts hideous face. Copious amounts of blood spill from the felbeast as it drops to the ground writhing in agony. The Felguard drops tearing into it with teeth and claws, eating it alive. It isn’t until its heart is bitten into, that it truly dies. The Felguard stands, its engorged gut, the size of a Mo’args, blood and other gruesome fluids dripping from its mouth. It was still ravenous, it still needed more, the hunger was unbearable, unending.
Izzabelle watched from the shadows as the Felguard was effected by the younglings endless hunger. She grinned as she watched it devour the felhunter that had attacked her. Its death was both dreadful and agonizing, she only wished it had lasted longer. Two of her young ones had proceeded to take out the other felhunter, and were now wrapping it in their webs. She smiles in approval before stepping from the shadows and slicing he blades across the Felguards throat. It reaches for its neck, trying to stop the blood from gushing out. It drops to its knees and then down onto its face. Thousands of tiny black dots, pour out from around its skull. The sweep across the ground and scale Izzabelle, who opens her mouth, so that they can return home.
She grins and drives her blades right into the Felguards back, the rips them free with an upward pull of her hands. Its greenish black demonic blood sprays from the wound, splattering all over her. The Felguard lets out a roar of pain and anger, spinning around, it strikes out at the fool, that had the audacity to attack it. Its first blow cleaved only air. As Izzabelle dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way. She came to her feet, just as the Felguard swung its massive two handed blackened fel blade low to the ground. Izzabelle leaps backward over the blade landing a few feet back. “With minions like you, tis a small wonder your Lord is losing.” Izzabelle taunts. The enraged Felguard rushes towards her, she goes to flip out of the way, when she suddenly feels a horrendous burning pain in her calf. She turns to see one of the felhunters, with its foul disease ridden mouth, locked onto her leg. Its sharp jagged fangs puncturing through her thick scaly demonic hide, injecting its plagued saliva into her muscles.
Izzabelle drops to one knee and drives the blade of one of her shadow blades down through the top of the beasts head. It lets out a snarl of anger and tightens its jaws. Izzabelle can feel the pressure on the bone, the tiny hairline cracks appearing. She goes to stab it again, when she sees a massive blade heading straight down for her head. She whips around and bring her blades together above her, barely managing to block the raging Felguards attack. She feels her arms almost snap under the pressure of its mighty blow. Izzabelle was starting to become enraged herself, she opens her mouth and spews forth a huge glob of webbing. It strikes the Felguard in the face, blinding and cutting off its air supply.
Hundreds of hungry little fel spiders moved about the web, quickly entering in through the hapless demon mouth, nose and ear. The climbed into its brain, down its throat into its lungs and stomach. Meanwhile the Felguard was clawing the sticky webbing from its face, its long sharp dagger like claws gauging its face as it proceeds to rip the webbing free. Izzabelle casts shadow step, then vanishes from sight. Within the Felguard the tiny spiderlings proceed to burrow into the soft fleshy insides.
Moments later the Felguard is ravenous, it must eat it must eat now. It drives its massive blade down through the spine, of the unsuspecting felhunter. That lets out a horrific howl of agony. The Felguard rips its magic draining tentacles from its back, devouring them in a flash. It isn’t enough, more, it must have more, clawed hands begin ripping and tearing chunks of flesh and meat from the pinned beast. The felhunter tries biting out at the demon gorging itself on it body, only to be met with a solid blow to its head. The Felguard grabs its top jaw with one hand, it bottom with the other. With a little effort, it finally manages to rip the bottom jaw free of the beasts hideous face. Copious amounts of blood spill from the felbeast as it drops to the ground writhing in agony. The Felguard drops tearing into it with teeth and claws, eating it alive. It isn’t until its heart is bitten into, that it truly dies. The Felguard stands, its engorged gut, the size of a Mo’args, blood and other gruesome fluids dripping from its mouth. It was still ravenous, it still needed more, the hunger was unbearable, unending.
Izzabelle watched from the shadows as the Felguard was effected by the younglings endless hunger. She grinned as she watched it devour the felhunter that had attacked her. Its death was both dreadful and agonizing, she only wished it had lasted longer. Two of her young ones had proceeded to take out the other felhunter, and were now wrapping it in their webs. She smiles in approval before stepping from the shadows and slicing he blades across the Felguards throat. It reaches for its neck, trying to stop the blood from gushing out. It drops to its knees and then down onto its face. Thousands of tiny black dots, pour out from around its skull. The sweep across the ground and scale Izzabelle, who opens her mouth, so that they can return home.
“You will have a great deal of my power... Use it wisely, for I shall not do it again...” The Master hissed...p
Salkeen felt the excess energy hit him like a knight on horseback. The amount of power Isaik had gifted him was truly astonishing yet, Salkeen felt even now it was far from all his Master great power. Salkeen had no choice but to roar as the excess power bounded into him and radiated off his body. This he could work with, Holding his hands aloft he gestured towards Jericha’s old body lifting it off the floor with magic before completely obliterating it. Salkeen needed to deconstruct the entirety of her old body to its most base components that way nothing could be left behind by the Soul Thief. Salkeen wove his hand in the air, flesh shaping magic was not that well known to him, but he had been gifted temporary knowledge along with Isaik’s great power.
Salkeen gestured to his ship ripping fel steel from the very room, Salkeen groaned as he looked more energy... “I need more...” Salkeen said gesturing to a group of loyal void walkers, he obliterated them down... Finally Salkeen focused all his might and resources into one point... Salkeen would remake Jericha a body completely from scratch, no souls this time for the Soul Thief to steal...
Salkeen melded voidwalker essence with fel steel creating a amalgamation of void fel steel that would be the bones of his Jericha... Her bones would be stronger than ever now, but she would weigh much more. Salkeen continued to pool his magic into his creation slashing his own wrists so that demonic blood would flow freely! His own blood would be used to remake Jericha! Finally Salkeen ripped the bodies of several demons apart to their base components to use as organs and skin for his minion, infusing the last of the void walkers essence into her very skin! But still Jericha’s body was not ready, extending his hand Salkeen produced the artifact eye Jericha had owned, he did not break down this irreplaceable artifact and stuck it into her left socket... Pulling more of his own blood he created a eye of fel for her right socket. Lastly Salkeen pushes his clawed arm arm into his chest and pulled out Jericha’s mind and soul and forced it into her new body...
Salkeen fell to his knees and roared at the body, “Awaken, Void Witch, Awaken Jericha!” Lord Salkeen commanded as his body began to heal itself with the excess power from his Dark Master. Salkeen rose high to his legs commanding Jericha again, “Awaken!” The Demon Lord barked.
“Sericon, preparation for assaulting the last of Reavrix’s defense must be done now... Launch of Reaver...” Salkeen commanded, he was talking about of the second made super fel reaver not unlike the one deployed in Pandaria earlier...
Salkeen felt the excess energy hit him like a knight on horseback. The amount of power Isaik had gifted him was truly astonishing yet, Salkeen felt even now it was far from all his Master great power. Salkeen had no choice but to roar as the excess power bounded into him and radiated off his body. This he could work with, Holding his hands aloft he gestured towards Jericha’s old body lifting it off the floor with magic before completely obliterating it. Salkeen needed to deconstruct the entirety of her old body to its most base components that way nothing could be left behind by the Soul Thief. Salkeen wove his hand in the air, flesh shaping magic was not that well known to him, but he had been gifted temporary knowledge along with Isaik’s great power.
Salkeen gestured to his ship ripping fel steel from the very room, Salkeen groaned as he looked more energy... “I need more...” Salkeen said gesturing to a group of loyal void walkers, he obliterated them down... Finally Salkeen focused all his might and resources into one point... Salkeen would remake Jericha a body completely from scratch, no souls this time for the Soul Thief to steal...
Salkeen melded voidwalker essence with fel steel creating a amalgamation of void fel steel that would be the bones of his Jericha... Her bones would be stronger than ever now, but she would weigh much more. Salkeen continued to pool his magic into his creation slashing his own wrists so that demonic blood would flow freely! His own blood would be used to remake Jericha! Finally Salkeen ripped the bodies of several demons apart to their base components to use as organs and skin for his minion, infusing the last of the void walkers essence into her very skin! But still Jericha’s body was not ready, extending his hand Salkeen produced the artifact eye Jericha had owned, he did not break down this irreplaceable artifact and stuck it into her left socket... Pulling more of his own blood he created a eye of fel for her right socket. Lastly Salkeen pushes his clawed arm arm into his chest and pulled out Jericha’s mind and soul and forced it into her new body...
Salkeen fell to his knees and roared at the body, “Awaken, Void Witch, Awaken Jericha!” Lord Salkeen commanded as his body began to heal itself with the excess power from his Dark Master. Salkeen rose high to his legs commanding Jericha again, “Awaken!” The Demon Lord barked.
“Sericon, preparation for assaulting the last of Reavrix’s defense must be done now... Launch of Reaver...” Salkeen commanded, he was talking about of the second made super fel reaver not unlike the one deployed in Pandaria earlier...
“Shall we show these pathetic demonic upstarts, these new abilities of ours?” With that said Izzabelle fades into the shadows.
Varicar nodded his enhanced vision allowing him to keep a eye on Izzabelle as she made her way across the battle field. Varicar leapt into action, blinding forward through the air and landing on the ground with incredible force that knocked away several weak felguards. Spinning on the spot Varicar lifted his right leg and brought it hard down upon a felguards skull shattering it with a splatter of demonic gore and blood. Varicar followed up the love with punching his left arm forward through a felguards chest, Varicar held the demons heart on the side side of the hole that now existed where his chest once was. Varicar spun sending the felguard bodies tumbling away and into the third felguard, in the same move he infused the action with healing mists that spread around the battlefield.
Varicar paused as he sensed a new individual on the battlefield... A massive Drakkari death knight that made his blood tremble, it was as if the troll has a unnatural pull on blood so primal it rivaled even the Vampiric Blood elves under the Lich King known as the San’layn.
“How ju doing? Feeling ready for some blood?!”
Varicar understood immediately it was one of the Masters puppets, individuals who had separate personalities implanted into their bodies to work under the Master for his own gain... Varicar again only nodded to the giant Drakkari, he was a man of few words... The three of them already seemed to be putting a major indent into Reavrix’s forces... It was no wonder the demon lord was hiding, he seemed all but incompetent...
Varicar stood upon the corpses he had slain and channeled healing chi into the air, he had recently noticed the Ered’Kiel in the sky... Their own lord had returned, the end of Reavrix was closer than any of them thought...
Varicar nodded his enhanced vision allowing him to keep a eye on Izzabelle as she made her way across the battle field. Varicar leapt into action, blinding forward through the air and landing on the ground with incredible force that knocked away several weak felguards. Spinning on the spot Varicar lifted his right leg and brought it hard down upon a felguards skull shattering it with a splatter of demonic gore and blood. Varicar followed up the love with punching his left arm forward through a felguards chest, Varicar held the demons heart on the side side of the hole that now existed where his chest once was. Varicar spun sending the felguard bodies tumbling away and into the third felguard, in the same move he infused the action with healing mists that spread around the battlefield.
Varicar paused as he sensed a new individual on the battlefield... A massive Drakkari death knight that made his blood tremble, it was as if the troll has a unnatural pull on blood so primal it rivaled even the Vampiric Blood elves under the Lich King known as the San’layn.
“How ju doing? Feeling ready for some blood?!”
Varicar understood immediately it was one of the Masters puppets, individuals who had separate personalities implanted into their bodies to work under the Master for his own gain... Varicar again only nodded to the giant Drakkari, he was a man of few words... The three of them already seemed to be putting a major indent into Reavrix’s forces... It was no wonder the demon lord was hiding, he seemed all but incompetent...
Varicar stood upon the corpses he had slain and channeled healing chi into the air, he had recently noticed the Ered’Kiel in the sky... Their own lord had returned, the end of Reavrix was closer than any of them thought...
But still Jericha’s body was not ready, extending his hand Salkeen produced the artifact eye Jericha had owned, he did not break down this irreplaceable artifact and stuck it into her left socket... Pulling more of his own blood he created a eye of fel for her right socket. Lastly Salkeen pushes his clawed arm arm into his chest and pulled out Jericha’s mind and soul and forced it into her new body...
Rajen the Ethereal watches closely, as the Demon Lord who rules his Mistress, deconstructs her body. removing the souls so the Soul Thief cannot attack her in such a way again. You are a very clever Demon Lord he thinks as he watches him weave him demonic magic. With the power given to him, by the one he called Isaik. He floats close by as this Demon Lord begins remaking the body, using void essence, and fel steel to create her bones. So much stronger than before, he couldn’t help wondering what else he would add. He watches as he adds his own blood, powering up her even more, then came the parts from the demons. Then came the flesh, a combination of demonic and void. Finally he placed, her powerful artifact eye within her left socket. Before using more of his own blood to create one of fel, for the hollow right socket.
Her body now complete, Rajen eyes the Demon Lord as he pulls Jericha’s mind and soul from within himself. So that is why the connection was lost, your presence masked her own. he watches as he forces the soul and mind, into the newly formed body. Would she except it, her mind had trouble excepting the body that the Warlock had made for her. Then again, that body had been made to access the light. Something that him Mistress would never again be able to connect to, without a miracle. He looks at his Mistress, still something was missing. He tilts his head slightly, his ethereal gaze falling upon the Lord. “You have something of hers, something that will be returning to its right place, and owner. He had no right to keep it from her. It was to be returned, but he locked it away, nearly breaking her mind in the process.”
He makes a crushing motion with his hand, and within Lord Salkeen’s armor, the blood stone shatters. A monumental amount of void energy rips itself from the shattered gem. It hovers above the room for less than a nanosecond, before slamming into Jericha. It funnels past her artifact eye, vanishing into the hollow socket. It hits with enough force, The it causes her body to arch up off the ground. Before returning to its unanimated state. Within the body everything is connecting, her mind and soul, are linking to her new form. The physical portal is once more becoming a part of her, it has returned to where it belongs. While all this is happening Rajen turns and bows to Salkeen in respect.
Salkeen fell to his knees and roared at the body, “Awaken, Void Witch, Awaken Jericha!” Lord Salkeen commanded as his body began to heal itself with the excess power from his Dark Master. Salkeen rose high to his legs commanding Jericha again, “Awaken!” The Demon Lord barked.
At first there was nothing, no signs that what he had done, had been enough. Then suddenly she gasps in air, and her eyes light up. Her left eye socket is a swirling vortex of void. Fixed within the center of this vortex, is the eerie white glow of her artifact eye. If one looked, they would see souls being sucked into the eye. They might even hear their tormented screams of agony and despair. Her right eye glowed a hellish fel green. She looks around, taking in her surroundings before pushing herself into a sitting position. She feels more whole than she has in quite some time. She turns and looks at Lord Salkeen. “Lord Salkeen”
Rajen moves closer to the Demon Lord, “You did an exceptional job on her, still I was a bit surprised when you returned her artifact eye. Not that it can be destroyed, given how powerful it is. Along with giving her true sight, something akin to that of demon hunters only more powerful. It’s also an extremely powerful artifact that steals souls to power her void. An artifact that steals souls, who do you think was responsible for the creation of such an artifact?” With that said the Void Ethereal vanishes, reappearing in Jericha’s chambers below the ship.
Rajen the Ethereal watches closely, as the Demon Lord who rules his Mistress, deconstructs her body. removing the souls so the Soul Thief cannot attack her in such a way again. You are a very clever Demon Lord he thinks as he watches him weave him demonic magic. With the power given to him, by the one he called Isaik. He floats close by as this Demon Lord begins remaking the body, using void essence, and fel steel to create her bones. So much stronger than before, he couldn’t help wondering what else he would add. He watches as he adds his own blood, powering up her even more, then came the parts from the demons. Then came the flesh, a combination of demonic and void. Finally he placed, her powerful artifact eye within her left socket. Before using more of his own blood to create one of fel, for the hollow right socket.
Her body now complete, Rajen eyes the Demon Lord as he pulls Jericha’s mind and soul from within himself. So that is why the connection was lost, your presence masked her own. he watches as he forces the soul and mind, into the newly formed body. Would she except it, her mind had trouble excepting the body that the Warlock had made for her. Then again, that body had been made to access the light. Something that him Mistress would never again be able to connect to, without a miracle. He looks at his Mistress, still something was missing. He tilts his head slightly, his ethereal gaze falling upon the Lord. “You have something of hers, something that will be returning to its right place, and owner. He had no right to keep it from her. It was to be returned, but he locked it away, nearly breaking her mind in the process.”
He makes a crushing motion with his hand, and within Lord Salkeen’s armor, the blood stone shatters. A monumental amount of void energy rips itself from the shattered gem. It hovers above the room for less than a nanosecond, before slamming into Jericha. It funnels past her artifact eye, vanishing into the hollow socket. It hits with enough force, The it causes her body to arch up off the ground. Before returning to its unanimated state. Within the body everything is connecting, her mind and soul, are linking to her new form. The physical portal is once more becoming a part of her, it has returned to where it belongs. While all this is happening Rajen turns and bows to Salkeen in respect.
Salkeen fell to his knees and roared at the body, “Awaken, Void Witch, Awaken Jericha!” Lord Salkeen commanded as his body began to heal itself with the excess power from his Dark Master. Salkeen rose high to his legs commanding Jericha again, “Awaken!” The Demon Lord barked.
At first there was nothing, no signs that what he had done, had been enough. Then suddenly she gasps in air, and her eyes light up. Her left eye socket is a swirling vortex of void. Fixed within the center of this vortex, is the eerie white glow of her artifact eye. If one looked, they would see souls being sucked into the eye. They might even hear their tormented screams of agony and despair. Her right eye glowed a hellish fel green. She looks around, taking in her surroundings before pushing herself into a sitting position. She feels more whole than she has in quite some time. She turns and looks at Lord Salkeen. “Lord Salkeen”
Rajen moves closer to the Demon Lord, “You did an exceptional job on her, still I was a bit surprised when you returned her artifact eye. Not that it can be destroyed, given how powerful it is. Along with giving her true sight, something akin to that of demon hunters only more powerful. It’s also an extremely powerful artifact that steals souls to power her void. An artifact that steals souls, who do you think was responsible for the creation of such an artifact?” With that said the Void Ethereal vanishes, reappearing in Jericha’s chambers below the ship.
“Master, would the Gnome,” she gestures towards the door Smuggs just recently walked out through “be able to help strengthen my spirit beasts?
“Be sure to use only necessary genetic enhancements... If you let the Life Tinker go to far, your pets will begin to look more like Subject Alpha then their wolf-like nature. One must remember, Genetic enhancements are great but going to far can make a crocolisk look like a monster...”
Yumara remains kneeling beside Master Isaik, lightly gripping his robes. She looks up at him as he speaks, focusing her full attention on what he is saying. [i]Master was wise, she didn’t want to change her spirit beasts, just make them a little more resilient to damage. Perhaps a little faster, offensive wise they were both doing rather well. She thinks about what Master is saying for a moment before speaking. “You are right Master, I would not want them to end up looking like monsters. Right now I’m thinking more, something to make them a bit more resistant to damage. At least for Nagisa, Yamato is much stronger and might not be in need of genetic recalibration.” She pauses for a moment to think it over before continuing. “I was also thinking something to make them faster. The best way to avoid damage, is not to be there.” She would get Masters permission later to speak with the Gnome. Right now she was thinking about helping Master obtain his goals.
Isaik gave a wicked grin as Yumara’s underlying emotions and subconscious thoughts were revealed. “I can make it so they respect your presence when you are near but forget your existence when separated from you unless told otherwise...
She chews on her bottom lip as she listens to Master, then a wicked smile curls the corners of her lips. “Yes please Master I would like that very much, especially considering, some of them tried killing me the last time I was there. Being respected by those who are less than you, would be nice change, for when I am there. For the most part, I’m usually easily forgotten, I don’t have much of a presence. Or at least I’ve always done my best to keep to myself.” Yumara says while lightly loosening her hold on his robes. The spirit shard is rebalancing the forest, and Masters presence has calmed her greatly.
Isaik nodded, no matter the timelines the death toll was extensive on both sides... “Perfect, The many deaths of both sides of Azeroth’s forces will empower me and my armies greatly...” Isaik hissed in approval of the coming plans, but quickly his visage grew darker again... “If I sense the timelines heading towards something that might make you unstabl-“
Yumara looks up and waits for Master to finish speaking, she knows that Master would not let her go unstable. He would take control, and completely shut her down, if he had to.
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“Be sure to use only necessary genetic enhancements... If you let the Life Tinker go to far, your pets will begin to look more like Subject Alpha then their wolf-like nature. One must remember, Genetic enhancements are great but going to far can make a crocolisk look like a monster...”
Yumara remains kneeling beside Master Isaik, lightly gripping his robes. She looks up at him as he speaks, focusing her full attention on what he is saying. [i]Master was wise, she didn’t want to change her spirit beasts, just make them a little more resilient to damage. Perhaps a little faster, offensive wise they were both doing rather well. She thinks about what Master is saying for a moment before speaking. “You are right Master, I would not want them to end up looking like monsters. Right now I’m thinking more, something to make them a bit more resistant to damage. At least for Nagisa, Yamato is much stronger and might not be in need of genetic recalibration.” She pauses for a moment to think it over before continuing. “I was also thinking something to make them faster. The best way to avoid damage, is not to be there.” She would get Masters permission later to speak with the Gnome. Right now she was thinking about helping Master obtain his goals.
Isaik gave a wicked grin as Yumara’s underlying emotions and subconscious thoughts were revealed. “I can make it so they respect your presence when you are near but forget your existence when separated from you unless told otherwise...
She chews on her bottom lip as she listens to Master, then a wicked smile curls the corners of her lips. “Yes please Master I would like that very much, especially considering, some of them tried killing me the last time I was there. Being respected by those who are less than you, would be nice change, for when I am there. For the most part, I’m usually easily forgotten, I don’t have much of a presence. Or at least I’ve always done my best to keep to myself.” Yumara says while lightly loosening her hold on his robes. The spirit shard is rebalancing the forest, and Masters presence has calmed her greatly.
Isaik nodded, no matter the timelines the death toll was extensive on both sides... “Perfect, The many deaths of both sides of Azeroth’s forces will empower me and my armies greatly...” Isaik hissed in approval of the coming plans, but quickly his visage grew darker again... “If I sense the timelines heading towards something that might make you unstabl-“
Yumara looks up and waits for Master to finish speaking, she knows that Master would not let her go unstable. He would take control, and completely shut her down, if he had to.
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“Isaik! Master! You will listen to me and grant me your great power! If you resist then Jericha will never be able to help you with your plans!” Salkeen roared both physically and mentally for his master to hear.
At first Yumara was angry, was that flame throwing demonic whelp, demanding things of Master, using Jericha as a bargain chip. it would seem that she wasn’t the only one a little irate at Salkeen’s tone. If he wanted something from Master, he should ask, not demand. If that didn’t work, Yumara would suggest begging and groveling.
“See through my eyes and know that I am not lying! Grant me your power and she might live!” Salkeen roared casting his gaze upon Jericha’s battered and deceased body.
Yumara lets out a small gasp,and her grip on Masters robes tightens once more. [i]what did he mean, she might live, was something wrong with Jericha. She would know if Jericha had been permanently destroyed. Still if Jericha was dead, she would simply come back to life. Did he forget to clean the crap out of his ears, when she said. ‘As long you live she cannot die, unless her mind is obliterated, or your soul is destroyed.” Even then Jericha wouldn’t die, they would simply begin again. So why did he need Masters great power to bring her back. She could simply return to Ebony’s....Oh! Now she understands, Jericha cannot return to the Tower, not while Ebony is active. She could be lost to them forever, if she were to do that. Still if she is dead, her mind and soul, would have been summoned back, unless it is being contained in some way. her heart beat is becoming erratic and her mind is racing.
Isaik hissed and writhed in agitation, he had little choice... Jericha would reject his aid even in bringing her back from the dead, and if he refused his best chance at summoning a void lord would cease to exist.
Isaik roared in frustration before pooling his great power and sending a surge of power towards Salkeen unlike anything the demon hunter had ever wielded before... “You will have a great deal of my power... Use it wisely, for I shall not do it again...” The Master hissed...
Yumara lets go of Masters robes, and falls onto her backside. She scrambles back a few feet in terror, “I’m sorry Master.” before regaining some of her senses. She knows that Master isn’t angry at her, it’s just his rage is exceptionally powerful. Being so close to it effected her, before her mind had time to process the emotions. Yumara finds that she seems to be having trouble catching her breath.
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At first Yumara was angry, was that flame throwing demonic whelp, demanding things of Master, using Jericha as a bargain chip. it would seem that she wasn’t the only one a little irate at Salkeen’s tone. If he wanted something from Master, he should ask, not demand. If that didn’t work, Yumara would suggest begging and groveling.
“See through my eyes and know that I am not lying! Grant me your power and she might live!” Salkeen roared casting his gaze upon Jericha’s battered and deceased body.
Yumara lets out a small gasp,and her grip on Masters robes tightens once more. [i]what did he mean, she might live, was something wrong with Jericha. She would know if Jericha had been permanently destroyed. Still if Jericha was dead, she would simply come back to life. Did he forget to clean the crap out of his ears, when she said. ‘As long you live she cannot die, unless her mind is obliterated, or your soul is destroyed.” Even then Jericha wouldn’t die, they would simply begin again. So why did he need Masters great power to bring her back. She could simply return to Ebony’s....Oh! Now she understands, Jericha cannot return to the Tower, not while Ebony is active. She could be lost to them forever, if she were to do that. Still if she is dead, her mind and soul, would have been summoned back, unless it is being contained in some way. her heart beat is becoming erratic and her mind is racing.
Isaik hissed and writhed in agitation, he had little choice... Jericha would reject his aid even in bringing her back from the dead, and if he refused his best chance at summoning a void lord would cease to exist.
Isaik roared in frustration before pooling his great power and sending a surge of power towards Salkeen unlike anything the demon hunter had ever wielded before... “You will have a great deal of my power... Use it wisely, for I shall not do it again...” The Master hissed...
Yumara lets go of Masters robes, and falls onto her backside. She scrambles back a few feet in terror, “I’m sorry Master.” before regaining some of her senses. She knows that Master isn’t angry at her, it’s just his rage is exceptionally powerful. Being so close to it effected her, before her mind had time to process the emotions. Yumara finds that she seems to be having trouble catching her breath.
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Salkeen watched as void energies flowed from the shattered blood stone within his armor and arch their way into Jericha forcing life upon her! It wasn’t long before she finally stirred and began to respond... Salkeen stood tall, he had no doubt she would still be alive, for as long as he lived, he would find a way to bring her to life!
She turns and looks at Lord Salkeen. “Lord Salkeen”
“How do you feel?” Salkeen hissed in his demonic accent, he had to test her psyche... The demon lord eyed her carefully before finally speaking again in a more commanding tone. “We have returned to Centralis...” Salkeen boomed looking into Jericha’s eyes for hints of emotion... “This time you will not flee to the Ebony Tower... This I command... Instead your retreat shall be here aboard the Ered’Kiel! If this domain is not far enough from your threat, Sericon will take the vessel far enough...” The demon lord hissed, glancing at Sericon to ensure he was listening. Salkeen turned back glancing out at the battle below, Reavrix was cornered this fight was clearly over... They just needed the demon lord to show himself...
Rajen moves closer to the Demon Lord, “You did an exceptional job on her, still I was a bit surprised when you returned her artifact eye. Not that it can be destroyed, given how powerful it is. Along with giving her true sight, something akin to that of demon hunters only more powerful. It’s also an extremely powerful artifact that steals souls to power her void. An artifact that steals souls, who do you think was responsible for the creation of such an artifact?”
Salkeen scowled as he heard the ethereal’s words... Turning with a glare in his eye, “Should the artifact prove a detriment to my will... I’ll destroy it myself...” Salkeen growled, he would not let what was his be destroyed again...
Salkeen turned towards Sericon ready to command when he felt it... Black veins appeared across Salkeen’s flesh and the demon lord staggered for a moment as power was stripped from him... The demon lord held his ground in a scowl as the excess power from his master fled his body, now was only left Salkeen’s incredible power...
She turns and looks at Lord Salkeen. “Lord Salkeen”
“How do you feel?” Salkeen hissed in his demonic accent, he had to test her psyche... The demon lord eyed her carefully before finally speaking again in a more commanding tone. “We have returned to Centralis...” Salkeen boomed looking into Jericha’s eyes for hints of emotion... “This time you will not flee to the Ebony Tower... This I command... Instead your retreat shall be here aboard the Ered’Kiel! If this domain is not far enough from your threat, Sericon will take the vessel far enough...” The demon lord hissed, glancing at Sericon to ensure he was listening. Salkeen turned back glancing out at the battle below, Reavrix was cornered this fight was clearly over... They just needed the demon lord to show himself...
Rajen moves closer to the Demon Lord, “You did an exceptional job on her, still I was a bit surprised when you returned her artifact eye. Not that it can be destroyed, given how powerful it is. Along with giving her true sight, something akin to that of demon hunters only more powerful. It’s also an extremely powerful artifact that steals souls to power her void. An artifact that steals souls, who do you think was responsible for the creation of such an artifact?”
Salkeen scowled as he heard the ethereal’s words... Turning with a glare in his eye, “Should the artifact prove a detriment to my will... I’ll destroy it myself...” Salkeen growled, he would not let what was his be destroyed again...
Salkeen turned towards Sericon ready to command when he felt it... Black veins appeared across Salkeen’s flesh and the demon lord staggered for a moment as power was stripped from him... The demon lord held his ground in a scowl as the excess power from his master fled his body, now was only left Salkeen’s incredible power...
After speaking Jericha lifts her hand, and circles her left eye, with the tips of her fingers. She can feel it, her physical portal has become a part of her once more. This made things so much better, she felt different though, her body felt strange. Perhaps not exactly strange, just different, stronger, she felt so much stronger. Her body was stronger, she knew this right off, because her physical void portal, hadn’t started ripping into her mind yet. She looks around her, she knows they are aboard the Ered’kiel again.
She remembers, fleeing to Ebony’s Tower, she had felt threatened to the point that her mind had gone into flight mode. The tower wasn’t safe, so they went to her Estate in the Ghost Lands. She remembers The Soul Thief attacking them, she remembers the feeling of having her body shredded. The pain of having herself unmade, of being forced to feel the agony and terror of all those souls as they died. She can recall the sharp burning sensation. As claws begin digging into her mind... Then she felt herself wrapped tightly within Lord Salkeen’s Fel Flames, then she felt nothing until....
“How do you feel?” Salkeen hissed in his demonic accent, he had to test her psyche...
Her mind is still processing everything, when Lord Salkeen, suddenly speaks, his commanding demonic voice, sends chills rushing down her spine. She looks up at him, and thinks a moment before replying. “I’m not sure how I feel mentally, I am no longer experiencing the overwhelming fear, from earlier. I feel physically stronger than I have probably ever been. I feel as though I am more tightly bound to you now than I have ever been.” She doesn’t know why, she feels, that he has even more control over her, she just does. “I feel like killing something....”
The demon lord eyed her carefully before finally speaking again in a more commanding tone. “We have returned to Centralis...” Salkeen boomed looking into Jericha’s eyes for hints of emotion... “This time you will not flee to the Ebony Tower... This I command... Instead your retreat shall be here aboard the Ered’Kiel! If this domain is not far enough from your threat, Sericon will take the vessel far enough...”
A frown appears on Jericha’s face, as Lord Salkeen commands her not to flee to Ebony’s Tower. Was he not listening earlier, when she is in flight mode, she will flee to where she feels, she will be most safe from the threat. She doesn’t have any control over where she flees to. She feels her words sinking into her mind, she knows that she will follow his command with one exception... She looks up at Lord Salkeen, her face and emotionless slate. “You demand of me something, I have no conscience control over Lord Salkeen. I flee to where I feel the threat cannot reach me.” Jericha’s says, her voice a few octaves higher than a whisper.” She can feel the void moving beneath her skin. She knows Lord Salkeen can tell, she isn’t 100% emotionally stable, then she never will be.
“I wouldn’t have fled to Ebony’s Tower, if it hadn’t been your Master, that I felt threatened by. The Ered’kiel is my home, of course I would flee here first, to me it is the safest place to be. It’s where you are.” She stops and takes a breath, when she realizes that she is becoming a tad bit angry. “However I am not safe here from Isaik. There’s nowhere on this vessel that he cannot access, there’s no place Sericon can bring the Ered’kiel, that Isaik cannot simply just open a portal to. As long as your Master is threatening me, I cannot promise not to flee to Ebony’s Tower.” She knows she will most likely be punished, for not being able to follow her Lords command. It isn’t that she doesn’t want to, it’s just impossible, when she flees like she did earlier, it was completely irrational. She still fears Isaik, and isn’t sure how she will react, when she is once more in his physical presence...
She remembers, fleeing to Ebony’s Tower, she had felt threatened to the point that her mind had gone into flight mode. The tower wasn’t safe, so they went to her Estate in the Ghost Lands. She remembers The Soul Thief attacking them, she remembers the feeling of having her body shredded. The pain of having herself unmade, of being forced to feel the agony and terror of all those souls as they died. She can recall the sharp burning sensation. As claws begin digging into her mind... Then she felt herself wrapped tightly within Lord Salkeen’s Fel Flames, then she felt nothing until....
“How do you feel?” Salkeen hissed in his demonic accent, he had to test her psyche...
Her mind is still processing everything, when Lord Salkeen, suddenly speaks, his commanding demonic voice, sends chills rushing down her spine. She looks up at him, and thinks a moment before replying. “I’m not sure how I feel mentally, I am no longer experiencing the overwhelming fear, from earlier. I feel physically stronger than I have probably ever been. I feel as though I am more tightly bound to you now than I have ever been.” She doesn’t know why, she feels, that he has even more control over her, she just does. “I feel like killing something....”
The demon lord eyed her carefully before finally speaking again in a more commanding tone. “We have returned to Centralis...” Salkeen boomed looking into Jericha’s eyes for hints of emotion... “This time you will not flee to the Ebony Tower... This I command... Instead your retreat shall be here aboard the Ered’Kiel! If this domain is not far enough from your threat, Sericon will take the vessel far enough...”
A frown appears on Jericha’s face, as Lord Salkeen commands her not to flee to Ebony’s Tower. Was he not listening earlier, when she is in flight mode, she will flee to where she feels, she will be most safe from the threat. She doesn’t have any control over where she flees to. She feels her words sinking into her mind, she knows that she will follow his command with one exception... She looks up at Lord Salkeen, her face and emotionless slate. “You demand of me something, I have no conscience control over Lord Salkeen. I flee to where I feel the threat cannot reach me.” Jericha’s says, her voice a few octaves higher than a whisper.” She can feel the void moving beneath her skin. She knows Lord Salkeen can tell, she isn’t 100% emotionally stable, then she never will be.
“I wouldn’t have fled to Ebony’s Tower, if it hadn’t been your Master, that I felt threatened by. The Ered’kiel is my home, of course I would flee here first, to me it is the safest place to be. It’s where you are.” She stops and takes a breath, when she realizes that she is becoming a tad bit angry. “However I am not safe here from Isaik. There’s nowhere on this vessel that he cannot access, there’s no place Sericon can bring the Ered’kiel, that Isaik cannot simply just open a portal to. As long as your Master is threatening me, I cannot promise not to flee to Ebony’s Tower.” She knows she will most likely be punished, for not being able to follow her Lords command. It isn’t that she doesn’t want to, it’s just impossible, when she flees like she did earlier, it was completely irrational. She still fears Isaik, and isn’t sure how she will react, when she is once more in his physical presence...
Ahcirej watches closely as Lord Salkeen obliterated Jericha’s old body. Before crafting her a new body, one that the Soul Thief couldn’t rip apart. He combined Void Walker essence, with fel steel, to make her skeletal system. He then meshes demonic bits and pieces, more void essence, along with his own exceptionally powerful blood, to form her internal organs, muscles and flesh. He finishes be placing her artifact eye into the hollow left socket. Before using his blood to create one of fel, which fills the empty right socket. It’s mere seconds, after that, when the Void Ethereal takes action, and shatters the blood stone, the one trapping Jericha’s physical portal. When it returns to her, it strikes with enough force, to arch her body up off the floor.
Lord Salkeen commands Jericha to awaken, then he commands her to awaken again. Just as he finished barking out the demand, Ahcirej sees her twins eyes flare to life, her chest begins to rise, and fall, as she starts pulling air, into her lungs. Her twin, doesn’t seem to pay her much notice, as she pushes herself into a sitting position, looking around. She does notice Lord Salkeen though, and speaks
Jericha turns and looks at Lord Salkeen. “Lord Salkeen”
“How do you feel?” Salkeen hissed in his demonic accent, he had to test her psyche... The demon lord eyed her carefully before finally speaking again in a more commanding tone. “We have returned to Centralis...” Salkeen boomed looking into Jericha’s eyes for hints of emotion... “This time you will not flee to the Ebony Tower... This I command... Instead your retreat shall be here aboard the Ered’Kiel! If this domain is not far enough from your threat, Sericon will take the vessel far enough...”
She listens for a few moments, but right now, there’s only one thing, she really wants to do. Without thinking of the consequences, she comes up behind her twin, wraps her arms around her and hugs her tightly. Well at least that was the plan, it didn’t quite work out that way. She had no sooner got her arms around Jericha, when her twin screamed out in pain, and sent her flying across the Command Bridge. Ahcirej was so stunned by the attack, she didn’t have any time to react. She strikes the wall with enough force to shatter bones, and rupture organs. Her body breaks through that wall, blasts across the hall, breaking another wall. It bounces along the floor a few times, before finally coming to a stop. There’s a trail of blood and gore, leading from where she struck the wall, to where she now lays stunned upon the cold, fel iron floor.
At first she is furious, why the hell would Jericha attack her like that, what in the name of creation was wrong with her. She doesn’t have time to ponder the question, because it would seem, that her twin wasn’t done. Ahcirej just barely manages to erect a holy barrier, a nanosecond before her twins Shadowfel, amalgamation washes over her. It mitigated most of the damage, which was a good thing. Otherwise she would most likely be not just merely dead, but clearly, and sincerely dead. She renews her shield, and begins to heal herself, watching her bat crap crazy twin, for any signs she might attack again. As she heals herself her tattoos begin glowing with a holy light... Oh! Damn!
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Lord Salkeen commands Jericha to awaken, then he commands her to awaken again. Just as he finished barking out the demand, Ahcirej sees her twins eyes flare to life, her chest begins to rise, and fall, as she starts pulling air, into her lungs. Her twin, doesn’t seem to pay her much notice, as she pushes herself into a sitting position, looking around. She does notice Lord Salkeen though, and speaks
Jericha turns and looks at Lord Salkeen. “Lord Salkeen”
“How do you feel?” Salkeen hissed in his demonic accent, he had to test her psyche... The demon lord eyed her carefully before finally speaking again in a more commanding tone. “We have returned to Centralis...” Salkeen boomed looking into Jericha’s eyes for hints of emotion... “This time you will not flee to the Ebony Tower... This I command... Instead your retreat shall be here aboard the Ered’Kiel! If this domain is not far enough from your threat, Sericon will take the vessel far enough...”
She listens for a few moments, but right now, there’s only one thing, she really wants to do. Without thinking of the consequences, she comes up behind her twin, wraps her arms around her and hugs her tightly. Well at least that was the plan, it didn’t quite work out that way. She had no sooner got her arms around Jericha, when her twin screamed out in pain, and sent her flying across the Command Bridge. Ahcirej was so stunned by the attack, she didn’t have any time to react. She strikes the wall with enough force to shatter bones, and rupture organs. Her body breaks through that wall, blasts across the hall, breaking another wall. It bounces along the floor a few times, before finally coming to a stop. There’s a trail of blood and gore, leading from where she struck the wall, to where she now lays stunned upon the cold, fel iron floor.
At first she is furious, why the hell would Jericha attack her like that, what in the name of creation was wrong with her. She doesn’t have time to ponder the question, because it would seem, that her twin wasn’t done. Ahcirej just barely manages to erect a holy barrier, a nanosecond before her twins Shadowfel, amalgamation washes over her. It mitigated most of the damage, which was a good thing. Otherwise she would most likely be not just merely dead, but clearly, and sincerely dead. She renews her shield, and begins to heal herself, watching her bat crap crazy twin, for any signs she might attack again. As she heals herself her tattoos begin glowing with a holy light... Oh! Damn!
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She looks at Jericha who is Shadow mending a series of burns on her newly made flesh. Ahcirej swallows, a look of guilt, flashing across her face. Of course Jericha attacked her, she had been so happy the twin she thought dead was alive. She completely forgot that the holy magic radiating from her markings, would burn her. Jericha had been attacked in her own home, and nearly killed in her second. Then Ahcirej without thinking, came up behind her, and hugged her. Being grabbed from behind, and suddenly feeling agonizing pain, Jericha had probably mistaken it for an attack. Being that her body is new, she most likely doesn’t know the extent of the damage she can do.
Ahcirej switches from using her light magic to shadow mending the damage she has taken. As she does this the holy light vanishes from her markings, replaced by a soothing darkness. She stands and moves across the room, slowly approaching both Jericha, and Lord Salkeen. She keeps her hands out, so that her twin can see, she doesn’t plan on attacking. Jericha still holds fel flames in her right hand and swirling mass of void in the other. “Jericha listen, I forgot, I wasn’t trying to attack you. It’s just that you were dead...and then... you weren’t. I’m sorry I just got carried away...” she watches as the fel and void, held within her twins hands, slowly dissolves. She stares at Jericha expectantly, nearly bouncing in place. She knows that some would see it as a weakness, but she didn’t care. Her twin was alive, and she really wanted to hug her.
Jericha lets out a weary sigh, and shakes her head. It’s all the info that Ahcirej needs, she’s across the room and hugging her twin. Jericha for the most part just remains kneeling there, not hugging her back, but letting her twin, get it out of her system. It would seem she now had access to her holy light once more. She wonders how that came about, she turns questioning eyes towards Lord Salkeen.
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Ahcirej switches from using her light magic to shadow mending the damage she has taken. As she does this the holy light vanishes from her markings, replaced by a soothing darkness. She stands and moves across the room, slowly approaching both Jericha, and Lord Salkeen. She keeps her hands out, so that her twin can see, she doesn’t plan on attacking. Jericha still holds fel flames in her right hand and swirling mass of void in the other. “Jericha listen, I forgot, I wasn’t trying to attack you. It’s just that you were dead...and then... you weren’t. I’m sorry I just got carried away...” she watches as the fel and void, held within her twins hands, slowly dissolves. She stares at Jericha expectantly, nearly bouncing in place. She knows that some would see it as a weakness, but she didn’t care. Her twin was alive, and she really wanted to hug her.
Jericha lets out a weary sigh, and shakes her head. It’s all the info that Ahcirej needs, she’s across the room and hugging her twin. Jericha for the most part just remains kneeling there, not hugging her back, but letting her twin, get it out of her system. It would seem she now had access to her holy light once more. She wonders how that came about, she turns questioning eyes towards Lord Salkeen.
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“You are right Master, I would not want them to end up looking like monsters. Right now I’m thinking more, something to make them a bit more resistant to damage. At least for Nagisa, Yamato is much stronger and might not be in need of genetic recalibration.” She pauses for a moment to think it over before continuing. “I was also thinking something to make them faster. The best way to avoid damage, is not to be there.”
Isaik only stared at the women before illicting his emotionless response... “Though his research is extensive, it take considerable power to separate genetics strands already, the addition wild mutations occur from when the strands connect...” Isaik hissed, his knowledge on the subject was moderate but he always gain knowledge from those under his thrall... “To much reptilian strands... You will get reptilian changes...” the Dark Master hissed.
“Yes please Master I would like that very much, especially considering, some of them tried killing me the last time I was there. Being respected by those who are less than you, would be nice change, for when I am there. For the most part, I’m usually easily forgotten, I don’t have much of a presence. Or at least I’ve always done my best to keep to myself.” Yumara says while lightly loosening her hold on his robes.
Isaik looked back at Yumara still gripping his robes, “It is the problem with the Horde and Alliance, they feel they are superior to everything and everyone... With minor mental manipulation I can make them revere your presence when your nearby or atleast treat you as a equal... When you are gone they will not remember you... When one of those fools are captured by a a spy it’s better they forget our presence and existence...” Isaik explained, he thought for a second, “I can preform these tasks when we return...” The dark master hissed.
The master had been focusing hard on maintaining a stream of power to his minion but not so much that Salkeen could pull from him if he had tried... Isaik monitored the progress of Salkeen, He had learn a bit from the master in the art of flesh shaping...
After Isaik felt Jericha’s presence resurge and separate from Salkeen’s own, Isaik pulled all his power back to himself... He couldn’t tempt Salkeen with that much power, plus the complications a being opening showing off that much power could cause... Isaik was hardly a being that had many allies, other large entities who could see Isaik’s rise to power as a threat to their own...
Isaik stiffened his back and peered at Yumara once more... A small pause for the dark master to calculate before he spoke... “My mere presence here is a temptation for Jericha to flee once more... Perhaps it is time we move back to Azeroth?” Isaik said gesturing to his shadowy minions who maneuvered the ship to be ready for warp. “What good are minions, if they can’t preform this simple task by themselves?” Isaik suggested...
Isaik focused his gaze hard trying to see back on Azeroth... Right now his Assassin was headed to Ashenvale... It looked like the true war was about to begin...
Isaik only stared at the women before illicting his emotionless response... “Though his research is extensive, it take considerable power to separate genetics strands already, the addition wild mutations occur from when the strands connect...” Isaik hissed, his knowledge on the subject was moderate but he always gain knowledge from those under his thrall... “To much reptilian strands... You will get reptilian changes...” the Dark Master hissed.
“Yes please Master I would like that very much, especially considering, some of them tried killing me the last time I was there. Being respected by those who are less than you, would be nice change, for when I am there. For the most part, I’m usually easily forgotten, I don’t have much of a presence. Or at least I’ve always done my best to keep to myself.” Yumara says while lightly loosening her hold on his robes.
Isaik looked back at Yumara still gripping his robes, “It is the problem with the Horde and Alliance, they feel they are superior to everything and everyone... With minor mental manipulation I can make them revere your presence when your nearby or atleast treat you as a equal... When you are gone they will not remember you... When one of those fools are captured by a a spy it’s better they forget our presence and existence...” Isaik explained, he thought for a second, “I can preform these tasks when we return...” The dark master hissed.
The master had been focusing hard on maintaining a stream of power to his minion but not so much that Salkeen could pull from him if he had tried... Isaik monitored the progress of Salkeen, He had learn a bit from the master in the art of flesh shaping...
After Isaik felt Jericha’s presence resurge and separate from Salkeen’s own, Isaik pulled all his power back to himself... He couldn’t tempt Salkeen with that much power, plus the complications a being opening showing off that much power could cause... Isaik was hardly a being that had many allies, other large entities who could see Isaik’s rise to power as a threat to their own...
Isaik stiffened his back and peered at Yumara once more... A small pause for the dark master to calculate before he spoke... “My mere presence here is a temptation for Jericha to flee once more... Perhaps it is time we move back to Azeroth?” Isaik said gesturing to his shadowy minions who maneuvered the ship to be ready for warp. “What good are minions, if they can’t preform this simple task by themselves?” Isaik suggested...
Isaik focused his gaze hard trying to see back on Azeroth... Right now his Assassin was headed to Ashenvale... It looked like the true war was about to begin...
Maleok notes the other two beings with him fight as he slaughtered demons left and right, the giant Drakkari a true horror to behold on the battlefield! Laughing Maleok lifted a eredar warlock off the ground by her horns, the massive Drakkari swung her around by her head slamming her body into the earth and shaking her violently until everyone of her bones splintered and broke! With a last move Maleok threw the shattered body of the eredar across the room until it struck the wall causing a splatter of gore to erupt from the corpse.
Maleok turned from the first scene back towards his allies, “Time to be moving on, we can be letting the underlings handle the stragglers!” The massive Drakkari yelled as he charged towards the defensive line of demons that followed Reavrix. The demons were guarding a door to another room, Maleok barreled into their defensive line sending demons flying backwards as he slammed his sword downwards into the ground. With another swing Maleok pulled the blood from the demons directly surrounding him and used all his might to slam into the sealed door!
With a creaking groan the doors crashed down exposing a whole new room, in the center a rather familiar looking skull glared back out at them. Maleok spent no time to delay, looking back he beckoned his allies to follow! That’s when he froze... For the tiniest of a split second a small familiar voice had called out to him, quickly however the voice was quelled and Maleok charged into the new room!
Maleok turned from the first scene back towards his allies, “Time to be moving on, we can be letting the underlings handle the stragglers!” The massive Drakkari yelled as he charged towards the defensive line of demons that followed Reavrix. The demons were guarding a door to another room, Maleok barreled into their defensive line sending demons flying backwards as he slammed his sword downwards into the ground. With another swing Maleok pulled the blood from the demons directly surrounding him and used all his might to slam into the sealed door!
With a creaking groan the doors crashed down exposing a whole new room, in the center a rather familiar looking skull glared back out at them. Maleok spent no time to delay, looking back he beckoned his allies to follow! That’s when he froze... For the tiniest of a split second a small familiar voice had called out to him, quickly however the voice was quelled and Maleok charged into the new room!
A slamming groan could be heard at the door before they crashed down to reveal a massive troll in armor had forced his way into the room... “How great... This group again... Come to surrender this time??” The skull cackled sarcastically. “Surprised to see me again? You nearly destroyed a minor vessel! Now? Your in the motherboard!” The skull hissed his voice becoming more monotonous...
“Terminate living entities in unauthorized location...” The skull hissed as thirty similar skulls appeared on the nearby walls their eyes flowed orange before lasers shot off from each eye socket! “System Rotface under attack... Reinforcements notified...” Rotface chirped monotonously as demonic portals shirked to life spilling out a horde of imps.
Rotface cackled as it readied for the groups offense... Its one job in this world was serving Reavrix inside the citadel and these beings had done a great damned job of destroying the entire citadel and the interfaces for Rotface! “Now you die insolent worms! Your forces are weak, your masters gone!” The cackling skull hissed as it rose up a barrier around itself.
“Terminate living entities in unauthorized location...” The skull hissed as thirty similar skulls appeared on the nearby walls their eyes flowed orange before lasers shot off from each eye socket! “System Rotface under attack... Reinforcements notified...” Rotface chirped monotonously as demonic portals shirked to life spilling out a horde of imps.
Rotface cackled as it readied for the groups offense... Its one job in this world was serving Reavrix inside the citadel and these beings had done a great damned job of destroying the entire citadel and the interfaces for Rotface! “Now you die insolent worms! Your forces are weak, your masters gone!” The cackling skull hissed as it rose up a barrier around itself.
“Time to be moving on, we can be letting the underlings handle the stragglers!” The massive Drakkari yelled as he charged towards the defensive line of demons that followed Reavrix.
Izzabelle heard the massive Drakkari speak, but didn't follow the orders. She was in the middle of battling a group of Eredar spell casters. Once she took care of them, she would move to help them clear the next room. Turning your back on an enemy, dead set on killing you, usually didn't end well. Unless dying horribly was your lives goal, then.... Izzabelle thought as she drove her fist into the gut, of the Eredar closest to her. She struck with enough speed and force, that a large glob, of bile and blood, burst from its mouth. It splattered across Izzabelle's face and chest. The fel blood and the acids from it's stomach, cause the skin on her face to sizzle a blister a little. She hisses in pain and pops her crimson vial.
The burns begin rapidly healing, as she thrusts, her shadow infused dagger, in an upwards motion. The razor sharp blade, punctures through the thick demonic skin on it's lower jaw. She follows through with enough momentum, to drive the blackened blade right into it's brain. It's eyes cross, as it watches her, Izzabelle twists the dagger and rips it free. She forgets being felblood has made her stronger, along with the effects of the serums. As the dagger comes free, it still has the Man'ari's brains twisted around the blade. Izzabelle gives it a look of disgust, before flicking her blade, and sending the gruesome matter, flying into the face of the female, standing beside him.
The female screams in rage, and loss as she watches the male fall. "Insolate fool, you will pay for this. I will use your bones as decorations, I'll make a dress from that lovely, black scaly flesh of yours. I will keep your soul trapped, and torture it, every second,,,of everyday....FOR ALL ETERNITY." she screams as she sends a wave of fel flames washing over Izzabelle. When the flames clear, Izzabelle smiles back at the foolish woman. Her flesh is mostly untouched by the fel flames, and what was damaged is healing.
"You will have to do better than that, if you wish to kill me..Why you're not even trying." Izzabella's hand shoot foward at lightning speed, and slashes across the Man'ari's eyes. She screams and grabs at her face, with one hand. while groping around blindly with the other. Izzabelle drops low and sweeps her legs out, catching the woman behind the knees and dropping her to the floor. Flipping back to her feet, she casts an advanced version of shuriken storm, down at the prone demon. The blades do minimal damage, whilst pinning her to the ground. like one would pin a butterfly to a display board.
Izzabelle kneels down close to the woman and reefs her jaw open. Brings her mouth close to hers, she opens it mere centimeters away. A bunch of tiny spiders drop from her mouth, and into the Man'ari's. The woman having seen what the spiders could do, starts trying to jerk her head out of Izzabelle's grasp. Sobbing and begging incoherently, as they skitter down her throat, and begin to slowly eat her from the inside out. Izzabelle gives a sinister grin, as she forces, the demons mouth closed. Then her hand starts heating up, the demons flesh melts like hot wax, as it's top and bottom jaw fuse together. "No one will hear you scream, as you are being devoured." She stand and enters stealth mode just in time to see.
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Izzabelle heard the massive Drakkari speak, but didn't follow the orders. She was in the middle of battling a group of Eredar spell casters. Once she took care of them, she would move to help them clear the next room. Turning your back on an enemy, dead set on killing you, usually didn't end well. Unless dying horribly was your lives goal, then.... Izzabelle thought as she drove her fist into the gut, of the Eredar closest to her. She struck with enough speed and force, that a large glob, of bile and blood, burst from its mouth. It splattered across Izzabelle's face and chest. The fel blood and the acids from it's stomach, cause the skin on her face to sizzle a blister a little. She hisses in pain and pops her crimson vial.
The burns begin rapidly healing, as she thrusts, her shadow infused dagger, in an upwards motion. The razor sharp blade, punctures through the thick demonic skin on it's lower jaw. She follows through with enough momentum, to drive the blackened blade right into it's brain. It's eyes cross, as it watches her, Izzabelle twists the dagger and rips it free. She forgets being felblood has made her stronger, along with the effects of the serums. As the dagger comes free, it still has the Man'ari's brains twisted around the blade. Izzabelle gives it a look of disgust, before flicking her blade, and sending the gruesome matter, flying into the face of the female, standing beside him.
The female screams in rage, and loss as she watches the male fall. "Insolate fool, you will pay for this. I will use your bones as decorations, I'll make a dress from that lovely, black scaly flesh of yours. I will keep your soul trapped, and torture it, every second,,,of everyday....FOR ALL ETERNITY." she screams as she sends a wave of fel flames washing over Izzabelle. When the flames clear, Izzabelle smiles back at the foolish woman. Her flesh is mostly untouched by the fel flames, and what was damaged is healing.
"You will have to do better than that, if you wish to kill me..Why you're not even trying." Izzabella's hand shoot foward at lightning speed, and slashes across the Man'ari's eyes. She screams and grabs at her face, with one hand. while groping around blindly with the other. Izzabelle drops low and sweeps her legs out, catching the woman behind the knees and dropping her to the floor. Flipping back to her feet, she casts an advanced version of shuriken storm, down at the prone demon. The blades do minimal damage, whilst pinning her to the ground. like one would pin a butterfly to a display board.
Izzabelle kneels down close to the woman and reefs her jaw open. Brings her mouth close to hers, she opens it mere centimeters away. A bunch of tiny spiders drop from her mouth, and into the Man'ari's. The woman having seen what the spiders could do, starts trying to jerk her head out of Izzabelle's grasp. Sobbing and begging incoherently, as they skitter down her throat, and begin to slowly eat her from the inside out. Izzabelle gives a sinister grin, as she forces, the demons mouth closed. Then her hand starts heating up, the demons flesh melts like hot wax, as it's top and bottom jaw fuse together. "No one will hear you scream, as you are being devoured." She stand and enters stealth mode just in time to see.
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With a creaking groan the doors crashed down exposing a whole new room, in the center a rather familiar looking skull glared back out at them. Maleok spent no time to delay, looking back he beckoned his allies to follow!
Izzabelle had no intentions of following the Drakkari until she was fully prepared. She was not going to be hindered, with another debilitating plague. Still as she watches the skull from her spot in the shadows, still outside of the room. She cannot help but link her mind to Lord Salkeen's. She sends him the image of the skull, in it's containment field. Why Lord Salkeen, it seems your good buddy is still in action. Hmmm perhaps I should wait for you, before engaging it in combat. I mean considering how well you dealt with the first one. Izzabelle realizes that, she should probably of remained silent, but seeing the skull brought back so many recent memories, of pain and death.
She cuts the connection with Lord Salkeen and approaches the room with care, she pulls her mask up over her face. This would protect her, and filter out any airborne plagues, ones that could be breathed in. Her scales lock down latching onto the next to prevent anything from entering her system through other means. She then moves along the wall making her way towards the busted door and doorway.
“System Rotface under attack... Reinforcements notified...” Rotface chirped monotonously as demonic portals shirked to life spilling out a horde of imps.
She watches as the imps pour out of the rifts, taking a deep breath, she starts opening a series of her own portals. She has about ten open, when she realizes that she will need to enter the room. Being outside the room, she could only target the labor shooting skulls she could see. Izzabelle fires tens beams a fel fire, at the skulls that lined the wall, on the opposite side of the room. The fel beams strike both skulls and the wall blasting away a good chunk of the wall, along with many of the skulls. Bone shards go flying as fel energy rips through them. Not all of them lining that wall were destroyed, and Izzabelle suddenly found herself on the receiving end, of the retaliation fire.
“Damn!” Izzabelle goes to jump out of the way, just as just as six labor beams, blast past the door, heading right for her. She dodges the first two beams but the third catches her in the shoulder. She lets out a shout of pain as it as it disintegrates flesh and muscle. Her black scaly demonic hide, not offering much in the way of protection. She barely rolls out of the way of the fourth beam. The fifth strikes her on her left hip, taking a decent size chunk of skin, tissue and a piece of the bone. She deflects the sixth with her dagger. Being in a bit of pain, she staggers to her feet and unleashes another round of fel fire at the skulls. While using her crimson vail, and natural demonic regeneration, to try and heal the damage she had taken. It was slower than it should be, Izzabelle cursed beneath her breath. She couldn’t afford to be hit with those to many times.
She isn’t sure if the second wave of fel fire took out the rest of the skulls on that one wall. Her attention was taken by the swarm of about twenty imps that came rushing out the door. Multiple waves of hellish green fel flames struck her all at once. While she had a natural resistance, especially to fel Magic’s, because of her affliction, she wasn’t immune. That much fel fire hitting her at once was going to cause some damage. Flesh burnt and began peeling back like, crack dried paper. Beneath it, fat, and blood boiled, blisters formed on the muscles and underlying tissue. A third of her body was unrecognizable because of the burnt and blistering flesh. The smell was enough to make her gag, even through the protection of her mask.
She goes into a blade furry, slashing and stabbing with her shadow blades. She beheads the imp closest to her, the second one gets a dagger driven, right down throat it’s thick skull. A third get its chest caved in be the pommel of the blades, while the fourth is kicked across the room. Izzabelle drives her daggers into the eyes of the fifth. She staggers, as long sharp gnarled claws, and putrid jagged teeth, rip and tear, into her flesh. not good, so not good. she rips her mask down and unleashes another wave of her fel plagued spiders. They strike the imps, and begin rapidly growing. Soon they’re the size of house cats, the sink their mandibles into them, injecting them with their liquification poison. Izzabelle swears as she sees a single laser beam, heading right for her head. She grabs the nearest imp, and uses him as a shield. “Salkeen get your freaking self down here.” Izzabelle screams both mentally and physically.
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Izzabelle had no intentions of following the Drakkari until she was fully prepared. She was not going to be hindered, with another debilitating plague. Still as she watches the skull from her spot in the shadows, still outside of the room. She cannot help but link her mind to Lord Salkeen's. She sends him the image of the skull, in it's containment field. Why Lord Salkeen, it seems your good buddy is still in action. Hmmm perhaps I should wait for you, before engaging it in combat. I mean considering how well you dealt with the first one. Izzabelle realizes that, she should probably of remained silent, but seeing the skull brought back so many recent memories, of pain and death.
She cuts the connection with Lord Salkeen and approaches the room with care, she pulls her mask up over her face. This would protect her, and filter out any airborne plagues, ones that could be breathed in. Her scales lock down latching onto the next to prevent anything from entering her system through other means. She then moves along the wall making her way towards the busted door and doorway.
“System Rotface under attack... Reinforcements notified...” Rotface chirped monotonously as demonic portals shirked to life spilling out a horde of imps.
She watches as the imps pour out of the rifts, taking a deep breath, she starts opening a series of her own portals. She has about ten open, when she realizes that she will need to enter the room. Being outside the room, she could only target the labor shooting skulls she could see. Izzabelle fires tens beams a fel fire, at the skulls that lined the wall, on the opposite side of the room. The fel beams strike both skulls and the wall blasting away a good chunk of the wall, along with many of the skulls. Bone shards go flying as fel energy rips through them. Not all of them lining that wall were destroyed, and Izzabelle suddenly found herself on the receiving end, of the retaliation fire.
“Damn!” Izzabelle goes to jump out of the way, just as just as six labor beams, blast past the door, heading right for her. She dodges the first two beams but the third catches her in the shoulder. She lets out a shout of pain as it as it disintegrates flesh and muscle. Her black scaly demonic hide, not offering much in the way of protection. She barely rolls out of the way of the fourth beam. The fifth strikes her on her left hip, taking a decent size chunk of skin, tissue and a piece of the bone. She deflects the sixth with her dagger. Being in a bit of pain, she staggers to her feet and unleashes another round of fel fire at the skulls. While using her crimson vail, and natural demonic regeneration, to try and heal the damage she had taken. It was slower than it should be, Izzabelle cursed beneath her breath. She couldn’t afford to be hit with those to many times.
She isn’t sure if the second wave of fel fire took out the rest of the skulls on that one wall. Her attention was taken by the swarm of about twenty imps that came rushing out the door. Multiple waves of hellish green fel flames struck her all at once. While she had a natural resistance, especially to fel Magic’s, because of her affliction, she wasn’t immune. That much fel fire hitting her at once was going to cause some damage. Flesh burnt and began peeling back like, crack dried paper. Beneath it, fat, and blood boiled, blisters formed on the muscles and underlying tissue. A third of her body was unrecognizable because of the burnt and blistering flesh. The smell was enough to make her gag, even through the protection of her mask.
She goes into a blade furry, slashing and stabbing with her shadow blades. She beheads the imp closest to her, the second one gets a dagger driven, right down throat it’s thick skull. A third get its chest caved in be the pommel of the blades, while the fourth is kicked across the room. Izzabelle drives her daggers into the eyes of the fifth. She staggers, as long sharp gnarled claws, and putrid jagged teeth, rip and tear, into her flesh. not good, so not good. she rips her mask down and unleashes another wave of her fel plagued spiders. They strike the imps, and begin rapidly growing. Soon they’re the size of house cats, the sink their mandibles into them, injecting them with their liquification poison. Izzabelle swears as she sees a single laser beam, heading right for her head. She grabs the nearest imp, and uses him as a shield. “Salkeen get your freaking self down here.” Izzabelle screams both mentally and physically.
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Salkeen continued to watch Jericha before she finally spoke...
“I feel like killing something....”
Salkeen gave a wicked demonic smile under his mask... This was good a sign that even though she had been attacked and even died, who she was, was unaffected... “We will kill in time...” Salkeen knew she was eager but he had business to take care of...
“You demand of me something, I have no conscience control over Lord Salkeen. I flee to where I feel the threat cannot reach me.”
Salkeen’s face flashed with anger, “I atleast command you to try! I am your master, me alone! I will deal with Isaik... The master of deals and contracts will be forced to accept one on my terms or possibly lose us forever...” The demon lord growled, he wished for Jericha to see, the ways Salkeen and Isaik fought were with words like politics... The master was a exceptionally cruel and self minded individual, but if something outside his direct control even he needed to find a compromise... It was the art of the deals he himself employed so often...
“I wouldn’t have fled to Ebony’s Tower, if it hadn’t been your Master, that I felt threatened by. The Ered’kiel is my home, of course I would flee here first, to me it is the safest place to be. It’s where you are.” She stops and takes a breath, when she realizes that she is becoming a tad bit angry. “However I am not safe here from Isaik. There’s nowhere on this vessel that he cannot access, there’s no place Sericon can bring the Ered’kiel, that Isaik cannot simply just open a portal to. As long as your Master is threatening me, I cannot promise not to flee to Ebony’s Tower.”
Salkeen crosses his arms as Jericha talked back to him, “He needs is more than we need him... I will make it so this place is safe from his presence, he will never enter your quarters again!” Salkeen growled, he could feel it himself he might be going to far with this next sentence revealing things expressively forbidden to speak of... “There is a place the Master dares not tread, should he break our deals or refuse them... I will take you to that place... Even if I perish, I will ensure Sericon brings you there...” Salkeen growled, he had said to much already, if the master was listening he would already be furious...
A explosion ripped out as Ahcirej embraced Jericha from behind, the resulting opposite energies sending Ahcirej tumbling away and Jericha reacting with force... The light and the Void were opposites, to touch created explosions and fel... Salkeen wanted to chastise them both, but even now he felt the battle on the ground shifting hard, a familiar presence reappeared...
Why Lord Salkeen, it seems your good buddy is still in action. Hmmm perhaps I should wait for you, before engaging it in combat. I mean considering how well you dealt with the first one.
Salkeen stood in a silent anger, the things he had to do next were immense... And yet the world seemed eager to taunt him.. That pitiful skull, was still alive, it make his skin burn with rage... Salkeen’s body slowly enveloped in short red burning flames before the demon lord finally spoke...
“Get down to the battlefield... Now! I have business to take care of and the meddlesome skull returns... Failure will no longer be tolerated...” The demon lord hissed as he opened two portals, the first was for the twins leading to the battle below... The second led to his masters vessel, where Salkeen would have the fight of his life...
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“I feel like killing something....”
Salkeen gave a wicked demonic smile under his mask... This was good a sign that even though she had been attacked and even died, who she was, was unaffected... “We will kill in time...” Salkeen knew she was eager but he had business to take care of...
“You demand of me something, I have no conscience control over Lord Salkeen. I flee to where I feel the threat cannot reach me.”
Salkeen’s face flashed with anger, “I atleast command you to try! I am your master, me alone! I will deal with Isaik... The master of deals and contracts will be forced to accept one on my terms or possibly lose us forever...” The demon lord growled, he wished for Jericha to see, the ways Salkeen and Isaik fought were with words like politics... The master was a exceptionally cruel and self minded individual, but if something outside his direct control even he needed to find a compromise... It was the art of the deals he himself employed so often...
“I wouldn’t have fled to Ebony’s Tower, if it hadn’t been your Master, that I felt threatened by. The Ered’kiel is my home, of course I would flee here first, to me it is the safest place to be. It’s where you are.” She stops and takes a breath, when she realizes that she is becoming a tad bit angry. “However I am not safe here from Isaik. There’s nowhere on this vessel that he cannot access, there’s no place Sericon can bring the Ered’kiel, that Isaik cannot simply just open a portal to. As long as your Master is threatening me, I cannot promise not to flee to Ebony’s Tower.”
Salkeen crosses his arms as Jericha talked back to him, “He needs is more than we need him... I will make it so this place is safe from his presence, he will never enter your quarters again!” Salkeen growled, he could feel it himself he might be going to far with this next sentence revealing things expressively forbidden to speak of... “There is a place the Master dares not tread, should he break our deals or refuse them... I will take you to that place... Even if I perish, I will ensure Sericon brings you there...” Salkeen growled, he had said to much already, if the master was listening he would already be furious...
A explosion ripped out as Ahcirej embraced Jericha from behind, the resulting opposite energies sending Ahcirej tumbling away and Jericha reacting with force... The light and the Void were opposites, to touch created explosions and fel... Salkeen wanted to chastise them both, but even now he felt the battle on the ground shifting hard, a familiar presence reappeared...
Why Lord Salkeen, it seems your good buddy is still in action. Hmmm perhaps I should wait for you, before engaging it in combat. I mean considering how well you dealt with the first one.
Salkeen stood in a silent anger, the things he had to do next were immense... And yet the world seemed eager to taunt him.. That pitiful skull, was still alive, it make his skin burn with rage... Salkeen’s body slowly enveloped in short red burning flames before the demon lord finally spoke...
“Get down to the battlefield... Now! I have business to take care of and the meddlesome skull returns... Failure will no longer be tolerated...” The demon lord hissed as he opened two portals, the first was for the twins leading to the battle below... The second led to his masters vessel, where Salkeen would have the fight of his life...
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Salkeen could not wait for his minions to do as they were told, he merely expected them to do so as he stepped through the portal onto Isaik’s vessel, appearing in the command center...
“Isaik!!” Salkeen roared in rage, flames still emanating from his body... “You will accept a new deal now!” The demon lord barked, His masters interference inhibited his own ability to control his minions.
“You are never allow your influence in Jericha’s quarters again! Your selfish plans will cost you if you defy me!” Salkeen snarled approaching his master claws at the ready...
“If you continue, if you kill me, You will lose more than you know!” Salkeen roared gesturing to the battle below... “How do you expect to accomplish this without me? Would you control the mind of every demon? All your puppets and contracts? You need me, these demons follow my will not yours...” Salkeen argued sending word after word at Isaik.
“Even if you forgo this whole thing, condemn my legions back to the twisting nether, I will send her to him...” Salkeen snapped, he knew he was pushing to far, but his master needed to see he would not just roll over. Salkeen prepared himself for the repercussions of his actions, this wasn’t going to be pretty...
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“Isaik!!” Salkeen roared in rage, flames still emanating from his body... “You will accept a new deal now!” The demon lord barked, His masters interference inhibited his own ability to control his minions.
“You are never allow your influence in Jericha’s quarters again! Your selfish plans will cost you if you defy me!” Salkeen snarled approaching his master claws at the ready...
“If you continue, if you kill me, You will lose more than you know!” Salkeen roared gesturing to the battle below... “How do you expect to accomplish this without me? Would you control the mind of every demon? All your puppets and contracts? You need me, these demons follow my will not yours...” Salkeen argued sending word after word at Isaik.
“Even if you forgo this whole thing, condemn my legions back to the twisting nether, I will send her to him...” Salkeen snapped, he knew he was pushing to far, but his master needed to see he would not just roll over. Salkeen prepared himself for the repercussions of his actions, this wasn’t going to be pretty...
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